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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.