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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.