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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.