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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.