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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Accadde A,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.