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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.