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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.