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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.