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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.