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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.