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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Monks,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.