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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.