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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.