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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Television,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.