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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Pole,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.