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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.