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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.