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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Motorama,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.