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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
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Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.