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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.