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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.