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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.