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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.