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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.