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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.