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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moebius 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
cv313,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.