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 Russia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.