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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.