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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.