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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Fear,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.