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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Josef K,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.