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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mars to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.