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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.