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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.