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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.