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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.