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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.