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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Inner City,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Magma,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.