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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.