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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.