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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.