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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.