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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.