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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.