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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.