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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Human League to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.