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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 UT to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.