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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.