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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.