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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.