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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.