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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.