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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.