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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.