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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.