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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.