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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Nico,
Skaos,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.