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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.