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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.