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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.