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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.