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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Fear,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.