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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.