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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.