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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.