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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.