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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.