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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.