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 China and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.