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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.