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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.