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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.