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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.