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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.