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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.