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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.