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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.