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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.