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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 organ 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.