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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.