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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.