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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.