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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.