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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.