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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.