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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.