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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.