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 Austria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.