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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.