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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.