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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Skarface,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.