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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.