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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.