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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.