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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.