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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
MC5,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
MDC,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.