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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
MC5,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.