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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.