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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Grass Roots to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.