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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Oneida to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.