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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.