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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.