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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.