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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.