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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ituana to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Ituana,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.