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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.