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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.