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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.