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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.