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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.