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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.