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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
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.