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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.