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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.