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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.