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 Jamaica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.