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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.