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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.