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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.