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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.