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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.