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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.