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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.