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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.