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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.