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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.