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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.