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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.