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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.