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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.