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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Smog,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Can,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.