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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.