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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.