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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.