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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.