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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.