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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.