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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.