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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.