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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.