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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.