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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.