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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.