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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.