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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Mars,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Wire,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.