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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.