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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.