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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.