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 Paraguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.