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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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 Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
MC5,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.