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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.