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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.