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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.