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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.