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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.