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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.