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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.