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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.