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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.