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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.