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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.