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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.