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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.