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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Wings,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.