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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.