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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.