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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
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.