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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.