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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.