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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.