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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Television,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.