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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.