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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.