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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.