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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.