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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.