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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.