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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.