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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.