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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.