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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.