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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.