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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.