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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.