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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Fire Engines 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.