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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.