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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.