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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Smog,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Kayak,
X-102,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.