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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.