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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.