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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.