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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.