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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Swans,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.