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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.