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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 New York and Madrid.
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 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Smog,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
AZ,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.