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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
AZ,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.