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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.