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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.