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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Organ,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.