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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.