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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.