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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Selecter to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.