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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Fall,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.