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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.