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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.