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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.