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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.