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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.