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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Index,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.