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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.