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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.