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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.