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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.