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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.