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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.