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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ken Boothe 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.