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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.