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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.