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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.