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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Franke,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.