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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.