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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.