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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.