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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.