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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Skarface,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.