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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.