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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.