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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.