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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.