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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.