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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.