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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Make Up,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.