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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.