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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ossler,
Can,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Move,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.