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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.