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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.