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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.