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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.