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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.