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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.