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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.