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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.