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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.