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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.