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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.