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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.