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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.