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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.