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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.