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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.