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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.