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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.