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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Slits,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.