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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.