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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.