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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.