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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.