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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.