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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.