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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.