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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.