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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.