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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.