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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.