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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Neil Young 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Magma,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Can,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
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.