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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.