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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.