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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
MDC,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.