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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.