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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.