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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.