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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Roxette,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.