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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.