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 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.