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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.