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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Can,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.