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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.