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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.