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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Pole,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.