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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.