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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nico,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.