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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.