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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.