Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.