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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.