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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Gong,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.