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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.