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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.