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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.