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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.