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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Fear,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.