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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Television,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.