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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Move,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.