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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.