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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.