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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.