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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.