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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Mars,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Section 25,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.