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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.