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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.