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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.