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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.