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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.