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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Television,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.