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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.