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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.