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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Wire,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.