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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Franke to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Can,
Monks,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.