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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.