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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.