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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.