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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
CMW,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.