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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.