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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.