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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.