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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Pagans,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.