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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.