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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.