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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
Pole,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.