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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.