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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Swans to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.