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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.