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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.