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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.