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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.