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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.