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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.