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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.