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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.