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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.