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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.