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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.