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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
UT,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.