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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Model 500,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.