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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.