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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.