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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.