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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.