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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
The Cure,
June Days,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.