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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.