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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.