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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.