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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.