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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.