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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.