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 Iran 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.