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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.