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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.