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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.