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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.