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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.