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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hashim to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.