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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.