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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.