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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.