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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Remains,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.