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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.