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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hoover 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.