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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.