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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.