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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Wire,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.