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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.