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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.