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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Nas,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.