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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.