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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.