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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.