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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.