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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.