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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.