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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.