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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.