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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.