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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.