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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.