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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.