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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.