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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.