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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.