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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.