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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.