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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
EPMD,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.