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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.