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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.