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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.