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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.