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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
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.