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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Gong,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.