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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.