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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.