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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.