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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.