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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.