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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.