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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.