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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.