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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.