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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.