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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.