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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.