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 France and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.