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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.