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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.