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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
10cc,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.