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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.