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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Move,
Nirvana,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.