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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.