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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Moebius,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.