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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.