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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.