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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.