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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.