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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Gong,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.