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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.