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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.