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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Move to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Can,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.