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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.