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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.