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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
UT,
Television,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.