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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 8 Eyed Spy 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.