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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.