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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.