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 Finland 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.