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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 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 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 Thompson Twins 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.