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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Television,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.