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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Swans,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.