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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.