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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Motions,
Technova,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.