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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.