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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Mars,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.