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 Chad 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.