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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.