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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.