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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.