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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.