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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.