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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.