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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.