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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Spoonie Gee 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.