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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.