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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
MDC,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.