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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.