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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.