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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.