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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.