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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.