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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s 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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Crime,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.