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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.