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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.