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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.