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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.