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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.