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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.