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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.