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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.