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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
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Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.