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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.