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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Index,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.