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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Swans,
X-102,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.