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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.