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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.