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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.