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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.