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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.