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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Associates,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.