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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
MC5,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.