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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.