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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.