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 India and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.