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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.