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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.