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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.