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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.