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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.