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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 T. Rex 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Monks,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.