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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.