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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.