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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Nico,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.