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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Can,
John Cale,
Nas,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.