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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.