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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Can,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.