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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Franke,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.