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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.