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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Q65,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.