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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Glenn Branca 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?
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.