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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.