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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.