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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.