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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.