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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.