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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.