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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.