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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.