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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.