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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.