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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.