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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Mars,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.