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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Stooges,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.