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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.