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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.