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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.