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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.