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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.