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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.