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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
June Days,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.