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 Norway 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.