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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.