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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.