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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.