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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.