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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.