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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.